LIBR/ OF CONGRESS. 



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UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. 



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Entered according to the Act of Congress, in the 
year 1879, by Rev. John Bell, in the Clerk's Office 
of the District Court of the XTnited States in and 
for the Eastern District of Pennsvlvania. 



POEMS; 

BY 

REV. lOHN BELL, 

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WITH PREFACE 

BY 

REV. C. C. M( LEAN, 

Eflitor oj" tlio " Cliristiim Worker," 



(OATICSVILLK, PA.': ' 
C. F. Jf.N'kins, V>()0K and Jojs Printki; 



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PREFACE. 



Tlie jniblicatioii of thesse poems wan soniethiug 
1111 thought of bv the author. They were written 
for the -^ole object of diverting hi.s mind froin the 
fog-covered ca])es of ennui and tlie moral malaria 
producing swamps of despondency towards 
which, in the land of his adoption, his thoughts 
so persistantly tended. 

This little volume would never have seen the 
light had it not been tliat some of the selections 
were read and adiiiired by many, who united 
in earnestly requesting the author to place them 
before the i)ublic, in book form, so that the peo- 
])le could purchase and ])eruse at their own leis- 
ure. 

It affords me i)leasiire to say that I am per- 
sonally acquainted witli the author, and know 



hiin to })e a good Christian, an earnest enibasaa- 
<lor for Christ, and an extremely modest man ; 
so modest that, in s])itc' of tlie many urgent re- 
quests, he has, up to this time, refused to publish 
the poems. 

Wliile the author modestly considers his lyrics 
^to he but sui'faee thoughts, and hence does not 
claim for thejn the merit awarded a Longfellow 
or a Bryant, yet we do most assuredly believe 
that they not only contain merit, but lessons from 
every-day experiences and occurrences that can- 
not fail to benefit the reader. 

We hope that the chimes of this "Bell" will 

l)e heard in every household and make its melody 

^•n every heart. 

The Bell, the Hull, 

Its notes do tell 

Ofhir.d and sea, »f Heavon and liHi 

Fefore it riji<.\s its last farewell. 

C. C. McIvEAN, 

" I'liiladelphirt Conference.'' 
Cojitpsville F::., Julv, 1879. 



PART FIRST. 

RELIGIOUS. 



CALVARY. 
To calvary I would repair. 
My soul delights to linger there ; 
There would I ever be in thought, 
For Jesus there my pardon bought. 

This is the sweetest spot on earth ; 
'Twas here I got my second birth, 
And when oppress'd by sin or grief, 
'Tis here I always get relief. 

Here, dearest Lord, Thy face I see 

In Christ, as reconciled to me. 

And here, in accents sweet and mild, 

Thou callest me, Thy blood-bought child, 

Where'ere on earth my lot shall be, 
O, Calvary, I'll think of Thee, 
And all the sutf'rings Jesus bore, 
To bring me to the heav'nly shore. 

And when on earth I cease to roam. 
And enter my eternal home, 
I'll sing throughout eternity 
Of grace received at Calvary. 

A FRAGMENT. 

Messiah, Prince of Peace, 
Let war's loud clangor cease, 

Wherever rolls 
The tides of feeling and of thought ; 
O let them all be quickly taught 

The worth of souls. 



THE DKEARY DE.SERT. 

Father, in this desevt dreary, 
1 am often sick and weary ; 
Oft I yiehl to ihirk repining 
Even when the sun is shining. 

Cease, my 8oul, thy sad complaining, 
Though just now 'tis dark and raining- 
Somewhere else the sun is shining, 
Uiving hope for dark repining. 

Joy is soj-row's hright attendant, 
Niglit gives place to day resplendent ; 
Springtime with its vernal glory 
Follows close on Winter — hoary. 



Tlierefore cease thy slid repinings, 
Sahle clouds have silver linings ; 
VV^hen with thee the Winter rages 
Turn thou to the Bock of Ages. 

He will lighten tliee of sorrow, 
Cheer thee with a bright to-morrow, 
Dot thy desert with oases, 
Crown thee with the spirit's graces. 

Yield not thee to dark repining, 
God thy sun is always shining ; 
He will give the light at even, 
And at last the joy of Heaven. 



JESUS IS MY CRUCIFIED. 

Lord, I naked come to Thee, 
Lowly now I Lend my knee, 
Mourning my miriffhteousness ; 
Give me now that glorious dress 
Which for me the Saviour wrought 
When He my salvation bought. 

My great wickedness I mourn 
Now to Thee, my Saviour, turn ; 
Drive me not in wrath away, 
Let me at Thr footstool stay ; 
Let the blood that sweetly flows 
As a balm for all my woes. 
To my conscience be applied 
By Thy hand, dear Crucified. 

Now I feel the power Divine 
Softening this hard heart of mine, 
Banishing my sinful fears, 
Pardoning the guilt of yeai'S ; 
Bringing Heav'n into my breast, 
Giving me eternal rest. 

Now with more than angels' song 
By ray heart and with my tongue, 
I will love and sing with pride, 
-Jesus is my Crucified. 
Hail thou glorious Trinity ! 
'God-in-one, in persons three, 
F«r all Thou hast done for me. 



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AN ALEGORY. 

PART I. 

Once I saw a little stream 

Flowing from a mountain side, 
Sparkling and bright it rushed along 
All harmonious was its song, 

All lovely did it glide. 

The cerulian arch was clear, 

The air was breathing balm, 
The dew drops in the morning's sun 
Were glorious to look upon ; 

All, all around was calm. 

The stream grows deeper, now 

Its steady course pursuing; 
On its margin weeds and flowers 
Commingle; Avhile the fitful shoAvevs 

Murkily are brewing. 

The stream broader, deeper grows, 

Wild and turbid rushing; 
Weeds and grass, where the serpent hides , 
In profusion grow upon its sides. 

Life from flowers crushing. 

But still the stream rolls on, 

Less deep but far more dark. 
Through marshes where the noxious weeds 
Malarial distemper breeds 

And the ignis fatuus spark. 



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The stream its course has run 

Into the ocean wide, 
Wliose mighty depths and foaming waves 
Have been thi'ough centuries open graves. 

Myraids from view to hide. 

PART II. 

'Tis thus men's lives begin 

A clear and gentle stream, 
Smoothly it glides through childhood's years 
Unruffled by remorseful tears ; 

This, this is childhood's dream. 

Youth comes ; our hold on life 

Is more firmly getting, 
Virtue and vice, the weeds and flowers, 
Passions like the murky showers, 

Falling, fouling, fi-etting. 

Young manhood's morning breaks ; 

The world the heart surrounds, 
Folly and pride, the grass and weeds, • 
On which a firey serpent feeds. 

And the soul deeply wounds. 

The sky now overcast ; 

Balm with poison blended, 
Passions, like the lightning darting, 
Hopes crushed, all joy departing, 

Praying life were ended. 



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Life's noontide is at hand ; 

The lieart unchanged by gracfc; 
Moral corruption around it spreads 
A soul insnaring light it sheds 

On innocence fair face. 



'iThe end of life lias come ; 

A life of shame and sin, , 

AVith monsters in tlie lowest hell 
Tliis wretched soul nnist ever dweM, 

Eternally shut in. 



Ye Toung, je strong, ye old I 
See what your end must he 
If ye refuse to turn to God, 
7\.nd trample on the previous blood'- 
That flows from Calvary. 

To Jesus if yon'll turn 

He'll break your hearts of irtone, 
And clotlie you with his righteousness: 
You with eternal life He'll bless 

And raise vou to His throne. 



HP:AVENLY PKOSPEOTS; 

When the silver cord is loosen'd 
And He breaks the golden bowh 

Cnto His tender loving arms 
Let me gently breathe my soul 



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Here I wander full of sorrow, 
flere a stranger now I roam, 

Waiting for the bright to-morro^^ 
When He shall escort me home. 

Then my sorrow shall be ended, 
Loss of i-est no more I'll kno^v, 

I shall then be well attended 
As I leave this vale of woe. 

How the glorious prospect brightens 
As I homeward wend my way, 

Ail my peace and joy it brightens, 
Thinking of that endless day. 

Ulory 'round my pathway shineth; 

On the mountain top I stand, 
Heavenly breezes gently waft me 

To that bright and happy land. 

The clouds are daily getting thinner 
As I nearer reach the light, 

O what rapture and what glory 
Will shortly burst upon my sight. 

A FRAGMENT. 

Shoulder to shoulder, hand to hand. 
Forward Ave go a valient band. 
To slay with the Spirit's two-edged sword 
All the bold enemies of the Lord; 
Down on their knees they all nuist fall, 
And humbly for His mercv call. 



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SOLICITUDE FOK SOULS. 

( ) for a yearning love for those 

Who still reject the Lord, 
Their perverse wills to His oppose 

And disobey His word. 
O that we could disturb their peace 

And false security, 
And bring them unto Christ for grace. 

And hope, and purity. 
O help us Lord, from day to day. 

Thy precious will to do, 
That in our lives we may display 

The love we bear to You. 
And when our sun of life is set, 

On earth to shine no more, 
May we without one vain regret, 

Slip gently from earth's shore. 

JESUS THE WAY. 
O Thou who art the way to God, 
The way Thy saints have ever trod, 
The way from earth, and sin, and hell, 
Thou art the way — " Emanuel." 
With blood Thyself hast marked the way 
That we might never go astray. 
But safely reach our home above 
To celebrate redeeming love. 
Then while we sojourn here below, 
And drink of pleasure, pain or woe, 
In faith and love from day to day 
We'll sing of Jesu« as the way 



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•REDEEM THE TIME. 

Court the moments as they're passing, 

Passing, never to return, 

All that is unmanly spurn; 
Though to thee it be harrassing. 

Moments are the golden arrows 
Time is shooting from his string, 
They are ever on the wing ; 

How the thought my bosom harrows. 

But though all rapid is their flight, 
Yet they carry on their wings 
Impress of the many things 

We would so gladly shut Irom sight. 

If the flight of time would carry 
What embitters life away, 
We would never court its stay, 

Never pray that it might tarry. 

But these arrows small and golden, 
With thoughts and words so feathered 
Shall by God's hand be gathered; 

Fixed the day for their unfolding. 

Whene'er that fearful day shall break, 
All those arrows shall appear 
As rosy couch or thorny bier. 

Heaven or hell for eacli to make. 

Ilelp me, Lord, these thoughts to cherish 
That these arrows as they fly 
May bear upward to the sky 

Golden fruit that ne'er shall ])erish. 



THE BIBLE. 

Whoever reads this Book witJi care 
Will see his image pictured there, 
Body eartlily, soul immortal, 
Blind, yet seekina; Avisdom's portal. 

Now at the brink of ridn laying, 
O'er the past in sadness straying, 
Kent with pain and wrung with sorrow. 
Fearful of a dread to-morrow, 

Seeking light with darkness shrouded, 
Ev'ry power henumb'd and clouded, 
For deliverance daily longing, 
Dismal thoughts the mera'ry thronging. 

Conscience now no longer sleeping, 
Condemnation on it heaping, 
Hiding Heaven from its view, 
Wringing the cry, "What must I do?" 

Thus groaning with its heavy load 
It casts itself by faith on God, 
True wisdom's light now floods the sou* 
Heaven is now the aim'd for »oal. 

The dungeon floor no more is trod, 
In freedom noAV it walks with God; 
Now it sings, but not in sadness, 
Now it walks in iov and gladness. 



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l^ver gTowiiii,^ licavenh- ni.inJeci, 
By t}ie world no loui^er blinded ; 
Conscience from dead woi-ks now \)V.v[ 
By tlie law no longer urged. 

Loses its convicting power, 
Guards its interest every Jiour; 
With tkis great trntli it d( th agree 
•Salvation flows from Calvary, 

These blessed facts this Book reveals. 
As every pardoii'd sinner feels ; 
Then let us all its truihs revere, 
And we sliall ne'er have au^ht to I'ear, 
A HYMN. 

O child of sorrow tnrn your eyes 

On Christ the bleeding sacrifice, 

'Twill prove a balm for all your woes, 

l>y taith to see his dying throes. 

Your bark in tempests oft may be 
Wliile sailing o'er life's troubled sea ; 
With Christ on board, though sails be riv'n 
He'll safely guide thy l-ark tc Heav'n. 

Cheer then, my brother, in distress 
Thy Saviour loves thpe none the les:^, 
He is tlie same in storm and calm 
A shelter and a healing balm. 

Fresh courage take and forward go 
However fierce the tempests blow, 
Thy bark in Heav'n shall moor at last 
AVhen all the storms of life are past. 



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MONUMENTS. 

Men are l)uilding, always building, 

Monuments thj^t cannot perish ; 
Monuments of gold or gilding 

God despises or will cherish, 
Monuments that must still remain 
When time has folded up its chain. 
Are we building t(.wers of Babel ; 

Monuments oisin and folly, 
Over which a curtain sable 

Rests, producing melancholy ; 
Monuments which are broad, and tall, 
Decaying, crush us as they fall ? 
Are we in true wisdom building 

Monuments of the purest gold, 
Firm and true and without gilding. 

Like those raised by men of old ; 
Monuments for years to come 
Earth their base and Heaven their dome ? 
Lord, Thy patience daily give me 

Wisdom's monument to raise. 
Fill my soul with all Thy fullness 

And Thy Name I'll loudly praise, 
Here on earth and then in Heaven 
For the wisdom Thou hast given. 

ON MY CONVERSION TO GOD. 

Father, Thy chastisements I feel 
In mercy to my soul were given, 

Sweetly constraining me to yield 
Mv heart to the claims of Heaven. 



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Before i felt Thy chastening rod 
In folly's path 1 went astray, 

The way of death 1 proudly trod 
And would not to Thee liomage pay. 

I long withstood Thy gracious call 
And lived, regardless of Thy love, 

Denied Thee, Sovereign, Lord of all 
Stoutly against Thy Spirit strove. 

But when Thy hand was on me laid 
My folly and my sin 1 saw, 

My guilty soul at once betrayed 
Her terrors to Thy broken law. 

Where'er I turned, still my gaze 
By Sinai's frowning brow was met ; 

L)espair, a cloud had o'er me rals'd 
From under wliioh T could not get. 

All faint and bleeding thus I lay 
No ray of hope to gild the gloom. . 

Till Christ appeared and roU'd away 
The stone that kept me in the toiiib. 

At once He did asunder break 

The chains that bound me to my sin, 

\nd thus to me He gently spake 
" Arise, a holy life begin." 

Cheerful His mandate to obey 

I rose my faith ])y works to prove. 

And thus I stand unto this day 
A monument of Jesus' love. 



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TO KEY. C. C. McLEAN. 
Dear Friend, with heart sincere, 

To thee tliis line I write ; 
To nie of all my friends hiost dear 

.Vnd precious in my sight. 

For thee my prayer shall rise 

Up to the Throne of Grace, 
That God may make thee pnre and vvit>e 

And fit to see His face. 

1 pray tliy path may he, 

Clear as the sliining liglit 
Of sun and moon, for evei* free 

From sc.rrow's darkening night. 

And in thy Master's cause 

May thou successful he, 
Until thy soul fron) earth He draws 

Into eternity. 

When thou dost reach that Place " 
Ten thousand may'st thou see, 

VV^ho tiirough thy efforts and God's grace 
Are safe at Home with thee. 

, REMEDY FOE SOEROW. 

When the heart is very sore 

Crusiied and smitten, stung wiib grief, 
Trembling to the very core 

There's a place of sure relief, 
'NVhere it may in safety rest 
'Tis the Saviour's loving breast. 



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('()XFli)i:yCE JX riilUST. 
.Jesus, if ail my friends forsake u\e 
I ain rich if TJiou rcniaiji, 
('lasped in Tliy lovinii,- arms 
Pain is sweet and loss is gain. 

From every creature I <an j);irt 
If Tlioii j-emainest in my lioart, 

If only Tlion with me abide 
I'll i-ejoiee what e'er l>(.>titU'. 

p.LEEi)i:\<r la:^ik. 

(> here I am 

Thou bleeding- Lamii, 

A sinner of the dee[)est dyr. 
\j>\\' at thy feet 
1 talce my seat, 

There would I stay uiilil I die. 

Thy blood I know 
For me did liow, 

A healing- stream of life i>ivine. 
TJien cleanse me now 
As low I bow, 

() Jesu.s make me wholly Thine 

This sinful heiirt 
^Vith all would part, 

And take Thee wholly for iis ,uiie4. 
It cannot be 
(), Christ, witii Thee, 

AVithout being sweetly, fnilv blest. 



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When, Lord, 1 pray. 
Come, now, this way, 

And till me with Thy perfect love; 
O, then, shall I 
Be meet to die, 

And fitted for that world above. 



When Thou shah come 
To bring me home. 

My soul shall cla}> her wings of fire, 
And when 1 rise 
Above the skies, 

I'll play upon my heavenly lyre. 



Through Jesus' blood 
I'm home with God, 

The monster, Sin, no more 1 fear. 
Farewell, all care 

And dark despair, 
I'm sav'd through an eternal year. 



A HYMN. 

Dead to the world, yet still i live 
A life of perfect peace and joy, 

A life which God alone can give. 

And naught but sin can e'er destroy ; 

A life of faith in Jesus' blood, 

Which tells me 1 am l)orn of God. 



Though winds and waves go o'er my soul, 
Though lieaith and wealth and friends depart. 

Yet will 1 press toward the g'oal 

Where thou my lovin.i; Saviour art ; 

On faith's strong wing I'll soar away 

And rise into eternal day. 

What matter tliough I'm doomed to he 

A suflerer to the end of life. 
If 1 my loving Saviour see 

AVhene"er I ([uit this vale of strife; 
And sing while passing through the air 
Farewell, vain world! adieu despair I 

TO REX. JOS. EDWARDS, LIVEKPOOL, 
TOWX M1SSI025^ARY, ENGLAJND. 

Hail ! aged champion of the truth, 

Distinguished servant of Ood most high, 

Guide of hoary age and wayward youth ; 
Work on ! work on ! the prize is nigh. 

Many hundreds through tny hurning zeal 
Have entered the portals of the Sky, 

While earth and hell thy inlluence feel ; 
Work on ! work on ! the prize is nigh. 

The tears thou hast foi- sinners shed, 
Thy prayers, entreaties, every sigh 

Shall give added lustre to thy head ; 
Work on ! work on ! the prize is nigh. 



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Tliy hihnr.s all uiir lleHveiily Kiiii>; 

r>e])()kletl) Avitli a graciouH eye, 
H()]i(' kee]>s tliy spirit on tlie wing ; 

^\'()l•k on I work on I tlie jirize is nigh. 

Thy ])hice is now in Heaven prepared, 
Thy erown is glittering in the Sky, 

" \Veli done" by tiiee sl'udl soon he heard ; 
AVork on I work on ! the })i-ize is nigh . 

A few n)ore eonfiicts heie below 
Tlien Avill thy loving Lord a])]jear. 

And euri-y thee from tJiis vale of Avoe 
To prove in death, the prize is near. 

Note. — Since Tlic above was written this (list iiij,n.u5herl 
seivaiit oCOoit, with wlioiii 1 had tlic ]u)nor to be as.'iQ-. 
• iated in the iiiissiou work tor iiiaiiy years, has eJitcrM 
iiiin liis lieavciily rest. Fragi-ant i.s his iiieniory. 

WHAT 18 LI FK. 

What is life ! A titne for sowing, 
Sowing seed that snrely grows ; 

Like the stream to ocean Howing, 
Broad'ning, deepening as it flows — 

Life is hastning to the ocean 
Never reaching to its close. 

Sowing, seed Avith hand and brain, 

Seed we snrely must gather 
In large sheaves of joy and ])ain, 

All the seed we now are sowing 
We sludl surely reap again ; 

Shall we reap true golden grain .' 



r-y) the Spirit it' we're sowing 
While the tiiU'e -ot' sowing lasts, 

In our fields uo tares are growing 
No mildew the fruitage blasts, 

\\"e slia'l surely reap agaiu, 
iSTot in sutlness nor in pain. 

If our field witJi \v^eeds ai-e crow(h-d 
TJirong!) our mowing to the flesh, 

Wc shall reap, in <larkness shixnided, 
Ileavv J5]i.ea\'e.s of deatiiless sorrow, 

Tlirough a aight wliere no to-morrow 
Comes to cheer tlie weeping soul. 

THE S1X^'EK•S KEF[:(tE! 
W'Jiere shall the ti-emhling sinner go, 

With iieart by fear, and guilt oppress'd 
To escape his wreteliedness aixl Avoe 

And enter into l)lissttil rest ? 

Is tliere a power to caJm tJie niliid 
By angry passions rudely torn, 

.Vnd can a guilty rebel find 

The i3eace and rest of wliich lie's sh.orn 

Can earth with all its wounds and woes 
Find liealing balm and settled rest, 

I deliverance from the many throes 
That no\^' convulse its lab'ring breast ? 

Yes ! treml)ling sinner, Jesus saith, 
( ), cotne and I will give you rest, 

I shed My blood to save thy soul ; 

And plant ^ly kingdom in thy breast. 



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I came men's paBsions to subdue, 

And calm the storms that rage withii:?.^ 
Their entire nature to renew 

And free them from the guilt of sin. 
Tlie broken heart I came to bind, 

The groaning pi'isoner to release, 
Enlighten every darken'd mind. 

And til] the heart with joy and peace. 
I'll gently lead each trusting soul, 

Although the patli may be uneven, 
Myself th€ sure and certain goal, 

The vestibule, tJie whole of Heaven. 

LINES WEITTEN IN A YOUNG LADY'S^ 
AUTOGRAPH ALBUM. 
Do not look upon outward things 

With longing heart and wistful eye ; 
What is the adornment of kings 

A covering oft for villiany ! 
But turn your eyes to Wisdom's page 

Where truth in all its lustre shines 
To guide the youth, instruct the sage, 

And beautify the humble mind. 
The soul witli husks cannot be fed. 

And earth has naught hut husks to giye ; 
There you can find that "living bread" 

Which whoso eats shall ever live. 
To scenes of the purest delight 

Beyond the reach of human ills, 
'Twill lead the soul from earthly night 

Where God. His saints, with glory fills. 



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AFTER A THUNDER STORM. 

Let twice ten thousand thunders roll 

And rend the 'earth from pole to pole ; 

Let stars and sun refuse their light 

And shroud the world in endless night ; 

The soul in Jesus' arms can smile 

Amid the earth's funereal pile. 

Let sinners quake and devils moan. 

Amid the imiversal groan 

Of nature in her dying throes, 

And hell uncover all her woes : 

Leaning on the Haviour's breast 

The soul enjoys eternel rest. 

Jesus, Thou universal Lord, 

Wilt Thou to me Thy help ailord, 

That I may stem life's angry flood, 

And through the merits of Thy blood 

Conquer each foe, until I reign 

With Thee releas'd from sin and pain ? 

Around me throw Thy shield by day 

And nightly let Thy goodness stay, 

And when f close mv eyes in sleep 

O'er me still Thy vigils keep, 

My griefs assuage, my fears dispel, 

And save my soul from sin and hell. 

And when I come to Jordon's brink, 

From which frail nature fain would shrink 

In mercy then, O, let me see 

" Thy rod and staff they comfort me," 

And when death breaks life's golden bowl. 

C>, gracious Ood, receive my soul. 



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WE SHALL MEET BY AND BY, 

Addresswi to my ™ic]i esteemed JlrotJicM- iji tlie lu>nd.' 
of the (Tospcl, Mr.' George B . Uariuitii. 

Y>'e ifiliail meet by and by 

111 the home of the bleat, 
Where the soul in white robe* 

Shall forever be tlre.ssed, 

VYhfi'e no tear dims the eyes 

Which so often wept iiere. 
And no mourner's .sighs 

Ever fall on the ear, 

WJiere the flow'rs and tbe fruit 

Perennially grow, 
And the waters of life 

Perpetually flow. 

Jn that glorious land 

Where tlie palace of (jod, 
Is entered ))y those 

AVho Christ's footstejjs have trod. 

Its gates stand wide open 

Both by niglit and by day, 
And the light of the Lamb 

Keeps all darkness away. 

Lord, give ns Thy rich grace 

As we sojourn below, 
To prepare for the place 

YV'here the hoiv ones go. 



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Whfcii at deatli Thou shalt come 

III dazzling array, 
V'oT to sever our souls 

rxom their houses of clay, 

We'll sii^g this sweet chorn? 

As we pass up on high, 
Farewell, my l-oved friends, 

We shall m^et by and by. 

ON VISITING A MAN WHO WAS DYING 
OF CONSUMPTION. 
I want to spend life's little day 

In doing all the good I can, 
By pointing sinners to *' The Way," 

The only hope of dying man. 
Beside the couch where suffering lies 

With- qniv'ring nerve, and tortur'd brain. 
And pallid cheeks, and sunken eyes 

Where health will never sit again. 
And life and joy, like Summer's flow'rs 

Before the early Autumn blast, 
Lie faded in the very bow'rs 

AVhere once to life they clung so fast. 
'Tis there the Master bids me go 

To make known His wondrous love, 
And bid the mourner leave his woe 

For health and life and Heaven a])ove 
In scenes like these the spirit feels 

The nothingness of earthly thino;s, 
And gladly turns to Him who heals, 

For there is healing in His wings. 



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A HYMN 

I'm glad I ever saw the day 
When Jesus taught me how to pray, 
Since then ray joy has been complete 
While lying low at Jesus' feet. 

My sins I feel are all forgiven 
And I am on my way to Heav'n, 
The world and satan I defy 
As Jesus for my sins did die. 

I care not what I'm called to bear 
While passing through this world of care. 
For well I know that Jesus will 
Bring me at last to Zion's Hill, 

Where I shall dwell in endless day, 
Praise Him who bore my sins away ; 
Then let us look above the Sky 
To Christ who is enthroned on high. 

He knows your doubts, He counts your tears. 
He'll save you from your sins and fears ; 
My brethren, bid your tears be dry 
We're marching to our liome on high, 

With saints and angels there to sing 
The praise of our redeeming King ; 
When our pilgrimage here shall end 
Eternity with Cxod we'll spend. 



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UPWAKD. 

Written for and recited by Mr. A. Walburu, one of the 
impils of Berrysburg Serriinary, at the close of the Sunr- 
«Her Session, 1877. 

Upward ! upward ! God- ward rise, 
Orovel not beneath the Skies., 
Let no sordid, base desire 
Pale or quench the sacred fire : 
Bearing every youthful soul 
Upward, to perfection's goal 

Upward climb Parnassus hill 
From this mountain flows a rill, 
Bright with the purest pleasure, 
Full of the choicest treasure ; 
To enrich each longing soul 
Panting for perfection' jj goal. 

On this sacred mountain's brow 
Men have stood who held the plough, 
Painters, poets, priest and sages 
In the past and present ages, 
Quenched their thirst from the fount 
Flowing from this classic mount. 

Rise then upward every day 
Pass some hill-top on the way, 
As the scales drop from your eyes 
Into purer light arise ; 
Quit not soaring till you stand 
In the light at God's right hajid. 



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INVITATION . 

^esus no"\v is g-eiitly calliug-, 
Callir^ sinner rsow on tliee ; 

Cease y.e>iir wandering ^s He -ralie^Fj^ 
He will your spirit free. 

i^ not stifle your conviction, 
Nor Hi& Spirit drive av/ay ; 

Tn?n tr/ Him.- as now He' calJetli. 
Siiiney, tnrn to Him to-day. 

By fiis ifoM He gently wooeth.- 
Wooetli sinners here to-day ; 

(), hasten then foy sin epndooth I 
(), sinner, turn witJiont delay I 

By Ilis Spirit He is striving, 
Striving here witli some to-day 

Will you still resist His Spirit, 
(), will you cast your souls away ? 

God, the Father, ncnv vr. calling, 
(rod, the 'Son, for you doth pray, 

Uod, the Spirit, Avaits to draw vou^ 
Draw you from your Pins away. 

('orae then sinnei", come to Jesus, 

Let Him save you liere to-day ; 
At His feet in true repentance 

Hunibly give yourselves away, 
Never will He he more willing, 

Nor more able than to-day, 
Voi; to save the chief of sinneis, 

Siniier, noss' begin to pray. 



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THE STOEMS OF LIFIv 

Hie great storms of life that are now fiercely 
blowing- 

Around our path here, which so oft is uneven. 
Give force to the tide in its ebbing and flowing. 

To hasten our passage from earth unto Heaven, 

Then wliy do we shudder when tlie storms fiercely 
rage, [riven. 

And the dark, dark sky with the lightning is 
So long as God's promise and His oath doth en- 
gage 
Out of darkness and storms to bring us to Heaven ? 

On, onward, then I will go though deep unto deej) 

Cry out in convulsions all madly upheaven, 
Still l>elieving my Saviour His promise will keep, 
When storms are all over to bring me to Heaven. 



ACROSTIC. 

J oy in the Lord and Him adore, 

.() thou, my soul, and sing His praise ; 
H eaven's anthems sliout upon earth's shor 
N or ever weary in His ways. 

B e thou in tune from morn to night, 

E ver aspire His face to see; 
L ong for the approach of Heaven's light, 

L ive now for immortalitv. 



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WHAT IS A PKEACHER. 

A gospel preacher, is a teacher, 

In spii'it gentle, in action grand, 
A feeder and leader of the hosts 

Who are marching to the promised land. 
To every one he mast be gentle, 

To himself exacting and severe, 
Kejoicing witli those who do rejoice 

And o'er tlie saff'ring and the fallen 
He mast shed the sympathizing tear. 

To the true and the faithful soldier 
He must speak tlie inspiring word, 

While the laggard and the coward 
He must command to grasp the sword. 

The young and tender hearted 
He must carry them along, 

And cheer the mighty cohorts 
By his counsel and lils song. 

Pie must be foremost in the battle, 
And in the thickest of the fray ; 

The sword he must not scabbard 
W^hile there remains a foe to slay. 

Though painfulness and feebleness 
Be often liis estate, 

Yet panting and bleeding 
He must pusli the battle to the gate. 

He must be vigilant, judicious, 
And above all be discreet ; 

Uncompromising in teaching 
And in his manners very sweet. 

A true and trusted friend of all, 



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To sin alone a bitter foe, 

And tJius by act and work and look 
His heavenly calling he must show. 

8uch is the true gospel preacher 
Who lives, not to enrich himself, 

Desiring more to see souls sav'd 
Than to have all the golden pelf 

That is locked in the coffers 
Of the whole Maramonitish race. 



NEW YEAK-S EYE. 

Another year of probation 

Now lies numbered with the dead^ 
Witli much joy and vexation 

Quickly have the moments sped. 

And all these precious points of time 

To us so freely given, 
Have borne a record of our lives 

From earth right up to Heaven. 

then, my soul, now ponder o'er 
The dread subject of the past, 

Where thou has erred, O err no more 
While your life on earth shall last. 

Redeem the time that is to come, 

Shun eyery evil way, 
Let the bright to-morrow find ihee 

So much better than to-da\'. 



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ACROSTIC. 

C ome, Brotlier, join with me and sing 

II ymns of praise to Christ our King, 

A ntedate the joys above, 

K evel in the Savionr's love ; 

L ook to riim for every grace, 

E ver gaze upon IIis face — 

S tand you, in the miglit of God, 

(.' In-ist your sliield, and sword and rod. 

M ighty in tlie Scriptures grow, 

V on(|uer sin and ever}' foe. 

L et your light on sinners shine, 

E mulate the gift Divine. 

A Iways try by might and word, 

N ow, to bring dear souls to God. 

THE LANGUAGE OF A PENITENT 
HEART. 

I am weary and sick in the way of all sin, 

I long to be freed from its thraldom and pain 

I wish from this hour a new life to begin. 
Nor ever more grieve my dear Saviour again, 

I want His true love shed abroad in my heart, 
That love that so sweetly casts out every fear : 

O Jesu^;, then come and to me now impart 

The pardon and peace that I crave with a tear, 

Too long in the ways of transgression I've trod, 
Too long Thy dear Spirit so sorely have grieved ; 

But now in compassicm look on me, O God ! 
And then I can gladlv, yes fully, believe. 



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THE CHRISTIAN'S PKAYEK AND HOPE. 
While I sojourn here below, 
Wliile tlio seed I daily sow, 
Waiting till the harvest grow, 
O Lord, remember me. 

While 1 tread the narrow way 
May I from Thee never stray, 
But teach me how to watch and pray 
And still to follow Thee. 

From all sin may I depart. 
Fix Thy kingdom in my heart 
That I from Thee may never part 
While here on earth I stay. 

Give me grace from hour to hour 
To overcome the tempter's power ; 
Thy spiritual blessings on me shower 
From day to day. 

Then shall my light in brightness burn, 
The world and sin I then can spurn, 
And from their foul seductions turn 
With greatest ease. 

With the Spirit's two-edged sword 
t'll fight the battles of my Lord, 
And by the Spirit and tiie Word 

Him shall I please. 
And when I come to Jordon's brink 
I then shall have no cause to shrink, 
But from His love shall surely drink 

With ecstacy. 



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His rod and staft" my .strength shall be, 
And He Himself shall carry me 
To Heaven, His glorious face to see 
Through endless day, 

FOOLISH BROODING O'ER THE PAST. 
My soul, why wilt thou mourn o'er joys departed, 

And present blessings unappreciate ? 
Go weary, lone and almost broken hearted, 

Blindly kicking 'gainst the will of fate? 

Why should'st thou with the past, the future 
darken, 

And giant forms conjure to block the way? 
Not rather to thy noblur instincts harken, 

WhicJi wooes thee to enjoy the present day. 

Farewell ! past joys, in the grave I will lay you, 
Nor by repining would disturb your rest — 

Hoping witii the lov'd ones buried with you, 
Some time to clasp you to my stricken breast. 

Until that day, I will try and acquiesce, 
In all that God desires me to pass through ; 

And, although I may not think of you the less, 
I'll no longer rob myself of joy for you. 

ON A LITTLE CHILD'S BIRTHDAY. 

Again the silent wheels of time 
Their annual rounds have driven. 

And you, though scarce in childhood's prime, 
Are so much nearer Heaven. 



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ACKOSTIC 

A sinner saved by grace divine, 

L ord I know that Thou art mine ; 

D ay by day to me impart, 

U nderstanding to my heart ; 

8 pirit, source of light and h)ve, 

W ilt thou all my doubts remove, 

W ash me clean in evei'3' part, 

A nimate my drooping heart, 

K esuscitate me hour by hour, 

F ill me with Thy gracious power ; 

E ver lielp me to ])roclaim 

L ife and Heaven througli Jesus' name? 

ON THE EVE OF THE NP:W YP:AK. 

Another link of time's mysterious chain 

Has drojjped into eternity, 
How many links may yet remain 

I neither know nor see. 
But the last link will disappear 

And time shall be no more, 
And vast eternity draw near 

Where it once reigned before. 
How many links have come and gone 

Since lirst my life began I 
What hopes and fears, what cares and tears, 

Have led me on to man. 
Where shall I live when time shall end 

With life's short journey o'er, 
Shall I that eternity spend 



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L'poi\ the heavenly shore 
Or in tJie caverns of the lost, 

Convulsed with torturing pain, 
Be forced to pay the bitter cost 

Of all the years I've slain ? 

Lord, then give me grace to pray 
Each moment to improve, 

To live to Thee from day to day 

And ever heavenward move, 
Tliat when my latest hour shall come, 

Filled with the heavenly grace, 

1 siifely may arrive at home 
And stand before Thy face. 

PKAYER. 

As like the ship that homeward wends Jier way 
O'er trackless seas and through tiie misty haae, 

Xiattling with winds until the foamy spray 
Covers her with a phosphorescent blaze, 
So prayer covers the soul with glory's rays. 

THE BIBLE. 

This is the Book that God has given, 
To guide your soul from earth to Heav'n ; 
Make it always your constant friend, 
And it will guide you to the end. 

And when you reach your future liome 
And on this earth no longer roam, 
In Heav'n its, beauties you shall see 
And learn to all eternity. 



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THE'CHEISTIAN'S ENSIGN, 

•.Stand by your flag my comrades, 
vStand by your flag, I say ! 

It is the dear flag of yore : 
Waves o'er the world to-day, 
Fills our foes with great dismay, 

And shall wave forever more. 

Chorus : 

Its the flag:, tlie blood stain^ed flag. 

The flag that J«sus bore 
As He conquered death and hell, 
And made the devils yell, 

A& they fell to ri«e no mor«. 

Our fathers, they bore it high 
Amid th« d-ark'ning sky 

Of gross error and of sin ; 
Before it Dagon fell, 
And the alien hosts of liell 

Were all filled with chagrin 

'Chorus : — Its the flag, etc. 

W^e do see it far and n«ar 
In ev'ry hemisphere, 

As the flag of victory ; 
Before it Rome must fall, 
And the Pagan nations all 

Its glorious conquests see. 

Chorus : — Its the flag, etc. 



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Then let's lift the standard high 
Till all the nations cry 

'Tis the flag of victory ; 
'Neath folds so glorious, 
O'er the world victorious, 

May we ever, ever be. 

Chorus : — Its the Hag, etc. 



INVITATION. 

Come in the moi'uing, come at eventide I 
Drink, brother, drink ! thou shale be satisfied ; 
8ee! where the water rolls, abundant and free. 
Poor, thirsty soul ! it there runneth for thee. 

Why waste, ye, your strength, digging a fountain 
When you may drink from Calvary's Mountain ? 
Turn then, brother, drink and be satislied, 
To give this /ree— Jesus was crucified. 

SOLICITUDE. 

O, CJhrist, when Thou s'lalt conie, Avhere shall I 

stand, 
Will I be dressed in white at Thy right iiand, 
Or clothed in darkness and with horror tilled 
Cursing the folly that my soul hath stilled? 

Shall I with joy see Thy glorious face, 
And enter, undismayed, that Holy Place, 
Xhou hast prepared for all who love Thee here, 
And love and praise Thee an eternal year ? 



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ACEOSTIC. 

In tlie morning of her life's young day 

D own at the Saviour's feet she liumbly knelt, 
A nd prayed that he might take her guilt away— 

I ts curse remove, and cause her heart to melt. 
S oon to her suffering soul the Saviour came, 

T he joy of His salvation to impart ; 
H ejoicing, she rose to praise : His glorious Name, 

O nward and heavenvrard she moTed Vi^ith joy- 
ful heart; • 
H er race is ended, sho has reached the heavenly 
shore 

M ourn not for her, she lives to die no more, 

ACEOSTIC. 

A s nature smiling under the snn's briglit rays, 
N ow all her wealth of fruit and flowers display 
N ow dancing on the grass this glorious day, > 
1 n all their innocence I see the lambkins play^ 
E verywhere in all things here I see, 

K irrd Father, reflection caught from Thee. 

I look again and see a form complete, 

L ove and goodness in this form do meet, 

L ike garden flowers whose fragrance fills the air, 

I find thy influence drives away despair. 

N o stoic in thy presence could be sad, 

G od made thee happy to make others ^ad, 

E ndeavor then by all thy power and g-ra,ce, 

B, ancor and misery from the world to cluiscv 



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THE SINNER'S HOPE, 

Jesus died to save the lost, 

On Calvary's steep and rugged hill, 

He meekly there gave up the ghost. 
No other soul His place could fill. 

By this, let all nations know. 

Eternal life to souls is given, 
Long as the Saviour's blood doth flow, 

Let sinners look and live for Heaven. 

DEPARTED JOYS. 

O, poor heart why dost thou weep 
And in sad remembrance keep, 

The gilded trappings of departed joys ? 
Why to their sepulchre go 
When naught but i)ain and woe 

Meet thy tear-wrung eyes ? 

Thou can'st not with all thy grief 
At their sepulchre find relief, 

Or strength to nerve thee for the coming figlit ? 
Brooding o'er these scenes all fled 
Like them thou would'st soon be dead. 

Robbed both of earthly and heavenly light. 

Turn then, poor heart, away 
From thase frail forms of clay, 

That have long lain mouldering in the dust, 
To where there still is joy 
To gladd^ heart and eye, 

That no canker can ever, ever rust. 



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True joy coming from above, 
Product of Jesus' love 

And whicli no enemy lias power to destroy ; 
Poor heart, then turn to this 
Here thou ean'st find true bliss 

Without either canker, stint or alloy 

ACEOSTIC. 

A way with thy fear, eternity's near, 
'jNI idst the glories of heaven thou'lt stand, 
() f Jesus, tiiy King, forever thou'lt sing 
8 alvation in the heavenly land. 

D elivered from care, and the lash of despair, 

E njoying the glory, the glorified bear, 

K nowing this shall be so, then yield not to woe!^ 

1 n this hous'e of corruption and clay. 

L et love tune thy lyre, rise higher and higlier, 

L iving still for that glorious day, 

I n the name of the Lord, grasp tightly the sword, 

N or relax for one moment thy hold, 

G o on to the iiglit, put thy foes all to flight, 

E quipped every day in the midst of the fray, 

R emembcring thy strength is the Lord. 

GRACE BEFORE A MEAL. 

[Composed at the age of fifteen.] 
We thank Thee, Parent of all good, 

For these. Thy mercies given ; 
Strengthen our bodies with this food. 

And fit our souls for Heaven, 



4d 

NIGHT. 

'Tis night! how solemn is the scene i 
The clouds have flung- their sable 
Mantles o'er the cerulean arch, 
But ever and anon is to be seen 
Some fiery lani]) held by the trembling" 
Hand of night, to guide the mariner 
To his long-sought shore. 
And such is life, a night of darkness, 
On which a streaming ray of light 
From heaven, athwart the gloom is flashed.- 
Following this light, the wayfarer 
Stumbleth not, nor ftills, but holds 
" On the even tenor of his way," rejoicing 
That soon the night will disappear, 
, And earth's darkness be transfigured 
With the light of heaven. 

ON HEAKING THE CHURCH BELL. 

Oh, how sweetly tolls the church goirtg-bell 
That calls my soul away for praise and prayer^ 

What strange emotions in my bosom swell 
Amid the mists of fear, and doubt^ and care. 

When to the house of God I take my way 
And lowly bow in deep contrition there, 

Doubt and despair, like " Abram's birds of prey/' 
Are driven backward by the arm of prayer. 

'Tis thus the soul renews her strength to fight 
The many foes she must encounter here, 

And upward soars into the purer light, 
Upon the borders of the heirealy sp'iere. 



ACROSTIC. 

I^.now in the morning of.tliy life's young day 
A 8 fancy paints it with dehisive ray, 
T he sliarpest thorn is near the brightest rose, 
I n all life's journey from the cradle to tlie tomb, 
E vening and morning, alternate with light aud 

gloom. 
S ince this is so by heaven's all-wise decree, 
M ust you in sorrow pine and most unliappy be? 
I ndeed you need not, for it is your Maker's will, 
T hat heavenly jov should temper every human 

ill, 
H eaven all through life, and dying, find your 

heaven still, 

THE LANGUAGE OF A BROKEN HEART. 

Will He hear me ? Will He help me? 

Cried a soul in great distress ; 
I have sinned against His goodness, 

I've refused His Name to bless, 

I have spent my youtli and beauty 

In rebelling 'gainst His will ; 
I have never done my duty, 

But have always what was ill. 

I have now grown old and liardened, 

In His mercy I can't hope ; 
I might long since have been pardoned 

Had r vielded to His voke. 



4%' • 

I am growing old and wearv 
With the burden of my lieari'.. 

now tell me, wilt He hear me 
Ere I from this world do part 7 

Such was the sad, sad inquiry 
That an> old man made one day,. 

Whose steps were so^ very feeble, 
Who^e hair was so very gray. 

'the answer was given gently 

With a sweet and cheerful voice;. 

Which affected him so deeply 
That it caused me to rejoice. 

I said that the blessed Saviour, 

Full of pity, love and truth, 
Was able to save the old and hard* 

As He was to save the- youth. 

His " Whosoever will may come " 

To meet his case was given ; 
And if he would accept af it, 

He, too, should enter Heaven. 

1 saw that the "Word ^ was working i 
By the expression of his face. 

And soon he made me understand 
It was suited to his case. 

Then he grasped my hand and thanked infe 

For the blessed Gospel Avord, 
That ^' Whosoever will may come " 

And trust a pardoning Lord, 



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ACROSTIC— ON A DOCTOR. 

Orould'st thou with Escuhipean power, 

H enceforth remove each foul disease, 
A nd health on each diseased one shower, 

R esuscitating such with ease. 
L et this one thought your mind employ, 

E ven this can not ensure to me, 
Soul peace or that ecstatic joy 

H eaven gives to all that needy he. 
S uch is the plain unvarnished trutii, 

M y Master in His word hath shown, 
I n me alone, O age ! O youth ! 

T he joy of Heaven can e'er be known, 

II ere fix-st on earth or before my throne. 

THE STORY. 

Listen children to the story, 

Often told by men before 
Of the Lord of life and glory, 

Who our sin and sorrow bore. 

Chorus : 

It's the story that our fathers, 

Mothers, friends, received of yore ; 
It's the story that has brought them 
Safely to the heave/dy shore. 

Listen, children, to the story 
Angels sang so sweetly, when 

The Lord of life and glory. 

Came on earth to dwell with men. 



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A HYMN. 

We bave found Him ! Yes, we've found Him 
Of whom the Prophets wrote and spoke, 
Jesus Clirist the true Messiali, 
He has come to break our yoke. 

Chorus : 

Come from gk)iy, Come from glory 
Here on earth with men to dwell, 
Publish far and near the story 
We have found Immanuel. 

Israel's God hath not forsaken 
Us, the people of his choice ; 
He has come our souls to weaken, 
Let us in our King rejoice. 
Chorus : 

Come and see Him, come and see Him, 
Do not merely take our word ; 
Listen to His glorious teaching, 
Is not this the Christ of God. 
Chorus : 

PKAI8E. 

Glory to Thee, Almighty King, 

By highest heaven adored. 
To Thee my every thought would wing, 

Jehovah, Jesus, Lord. 



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A HYMN. 

Saviour dear, on Thee I call, 
Come thou near or I shall fall ; 
Guide my feet in wisdom's way, 
Teach me ever how to pray. 

Lord I feel that thou art raiue, 
Daily on my darkness shine ; 
Let the light of Thy dear face 
Shine on me, thou God of grace ; 

Then my soul shall daily move 
In the light of perfect love ; 
And I'll publish all abroad 
Jesus is the mighty God. 

LINES 

On reading ofthe religious awakening in Italy and P'rance. 
Do you hear those glad notes noM^ sounding afar. 
Sweeping over the earth on the tempests broad 
wing ? 
Are they notes of peace, or the discord of war, 
Do they light and joy, or darkness, with them 
bring ? 
Nearer they come, sweeping triumphant along, 
They are the sweet notes of victorious song. 

These far away lands are now turning their eyes 
Away from their idols to Jesus alone ; 

And praising the land of the great sacrifice. 
Whose blood for the race does so fully atone. 

Then catch up the notes as they're wafted along 

( )n the wings of the wind and set them to song. 



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HYMN. 

Come to mv rescue, Lord, 
Thy saving power impart ; 

And let Tliy sanctifying word, 
Now sanctify my heart. 

From sin, O make me free, 

And blend my will with Thine, 

Then shall my soul forever be 
A counterpart of Thine. 

The l)anner of Thy love, 

Around me daily tlirow; 
Then in knowledge and in grace, 

I steadily shall grow. 

And when my race is run. 

And Thy dear face I see, 
I'll praise the glorious Three in One, 

To all Eternity. 



PART SECOND. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



FALLINC^ SNOW. 

The snow is gently falling 

In robes of fleecy white, 
And Nature's unique angles 

Will soon be liid from sight. 

The sleigh liells they will jingle 

On horses fast and slow, 
And merry parties skim along 

The surface of the snow. 

O, virgin snow, how beautiful 
Thy robes of spotless white, 

As they cover o'er the naked ground 
And hide it from our sight. 

The little ones are happy 
When thou art falling' fast. 

As they build up tiny castles 
They fondly hope \vill last. 

O lovely pledge of Winter! 

Plow thou remindest me 
Of days when I built castles, too, 

In my home across the sea. 

Still to those scenes my mem'ry turns 

In pleasure or in woe, 
Though all my fondest earthly hopes 

Have melted, like the snow. 



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WHAT IS LOVE ? 

What is love? a tireless thing, 
That will not let its owaer rest; 

A subtle force ghat's on the "wing, 
A fire that burns witliin the breast. 

What is love? a stream that flows 
Through many a desolating spot ; 

Where all its floral pow'r it shows 
In growing the " Forget me not." 

What is love? a bird that sings, 

Amidst the choicest flowers ; 
A force all stealthily that wings 

Its way to Summer bowers. 

What is love? a guardian dear. 
That watches with a miser's care — 

The objects that it does revere ; 
Is present with them everywhere. 

Love chases ev'ry doubt away — 

Kevives the soul that else would die ; 

It makes the heart both light and gay, 
And gives fresh lustre to the eye. 

Love binds the heart with strongest chains, 
And breaks the fetters of the soul. 

It comes, it enters and it reigns, 
And nothing can its pow'r control. 



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Love makes tlie tardy move apace, 
Nerves the cowardly arm for fight; 

It fills with forms the empty space, 
Illuminates the darkest night. 

Love travels over land and sea, 

Earth's hidden treasure it explores,; 

It scans the stariy canopy 
To enrich what it adores. 

Yet this pow'r, this subtle thing, 

Is very often ill requited ; 
Its possessor it's made to sting 

When by its object it is slighted. 

A CHILD'S INQUIRY. 

Mother, who made tlie apple tree 
With blossoms so fragrant and fair, 

And that noisy big bumble bee 

That goes humming all through the air ? 

And who made that beautiful butterfly 
With its wings of crimson and gold, 

That flies from flower to flower' 
And never appears to grow old ? 

Tell me, dear mother, I pray you. 
Who made the dear sky-lark to sing, 

As it rises upward to heaven 

And shakes the dew from its wings? 



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I want to know, too, dear mother, 

WJio made those young ducks in the pool, 

And kittens that chase each other 
So often around my wee stool ? 

Yes, 1 h;id almost forgotten, 

Who made my dear papa's gray mare, 
And Brindle, that feeds in the harn, 

WJu) at me so often does stare. 

Mother, do tell me who made these, 
For lie must be clever and great, 

I am waiting to hear, now, please. 
Do put His name down on my slate. 



THE YOI'NG LOVER ON THE EVE OF 
HIS DEPAKTUEE FOE THE WAES. 

I now go to the war, my country is calling. 
Upon the pure altar my fealty I lay, 

To meet the aggressor whose hordes are now fall- 
ing, 
Into hattle procession like wild beasts of prey. 

On tlie breath of the morn the bugle is sounding. 
Our brethren are rushing their rights to de- 
fend, 
Patriotism's tide through their brave hearts is 
bounding, 
The prayers of our loved ones their footsteps. 
attend. 



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I cannot, my love, any longer keep dallying 
In the bowers where together we often have 
been, 
The foe he approaches, his cohorts are rallying 
To the clarion's loud notes of "God save our 
Queen!" 

Then farewell, my true love, my country is call- 
ing ' 
On her altar I now lay what I h©ld most dear, 
Yet think not though now the hot tears are fast 
falling, 
That I am a craven with a heart full of fear. 

It is not through fear but because I am leaving 
The one precious jewel so dear to my heart ; 

It cannot be long, therefore do not be grieving, 
Until I ret^irn, and we shall never more part. 

The young maiden listen'd to the words of her 
lover, 
And bravely she kept back the fast-rising 
tears ; 
In her calm, shining face not one could discover, 
How intense was her soi-row — how great were 
her fears. 

In her beautiful eyes, true love it was shining — 
She spake, and her sweet words were queenly 
to hear, 
" To my country I give thee without repining, 
Come back crown'd with victory, or else on 
your bier." 



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He rode to the front, like a true knight in armor, 

To his country and lover his fcaity to prove ; 
'Bove the hattle's loud din rang the voice of liis 
charmer, 
"To my country I give thee, my one only 
love ! " 

Gallantly he fought on the red field of hattle, 
Through showers of lead he pressed on to the 
foe ; 
And still rang the voice 'bove the cannon's loud 
rattle, 
"Go fight for our country, my own lover, go ! " 

The foe is subdued and the wars are now over, 
Our hero now covered with glory and fame, 

Quickly rushes into the arms of his lover. 

Being united in heart, they're 'one now in 
name. 



TO THE PAST. 

O plague me not, ye hours of joy 
That once were mine in early life. 

When o'er the field I roam'd a boy 
Unknown alike to care and strife ; 

What have I said, O reeling brain, 

Recall the words which thou hast spoken. 
Come back, ye sunny hours, again 
And cheer a heart that's almost broken. 



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THE TRAMP'S SOLILOQUY. 

Out in the bitter cold, 
Decrepid, poor and old, 

Tortured witli pain ; 
Daily I roam abroad 
Through this large house of God, 

Almost insane. 

Daily I beg my bread, 
Nightly some lowly shed 

Shelters my form ; ' 

Bereft of home and friends, 
Spurniug all selfish ends. 

Braving each storm. 

Thus do I move along 
Shunning the sordid throng, 

And mammon their god ; 
Waiting the coming day 
When I shall pass away,- 

Under the sod. 

ALCOHOL, A MONSTER. 

There is a monster red with blood 
Which he has shed in every land ; 

Madly he dashes through the flood 
Of "gory spray, which his own hand 

From huinan hearts has caused to flow — 

Hearts that long were crushed with woe. 



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And as the myriad streams flow on 
To swell the mighty flood of gore, 

This monster calmly looks upon 

Each bloody stream and longs for more ; 

Insatiate, he loudly cries, 

" I must have blood, for blood's my prize!" 

In vain the wife and mother pleads, 
In vain tlie helpless offspring cries., 

" O, spare my husband, my heart bleeds !" 
" O, spare my father, or he dies !" 

Their cries are music to his ears, 

He laughs at blood, he mocks at tears. 

What is this hideous monster's name, 

Whose scorching breath and bloody hand 

Men's lowest passions set aflame, 

Until their blooH flows through the land ? 

Hie name, I give to one and all, 

It's blood-stained, murd'rous Alcohol. 

Up, up ye servants of the Lord, 

And bind this monster fast in chains, 

And with tlie Spirit's two-edged sword 
Eelieve the sufl"'ring of their pains ; 

His headless carcass lay in dust 

And Heav'n and earth will cry, " 'Tis just !" 

AN EPITAPH. 

Here lies a man who lived for self alone, 
A misanthrope who had a heart of stone. 
Whose only aim was to gather golden pelf, 
Not to beuyefit others, but to enrich himself. 



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ON A MOSQUITO -AFTER RECEIVING 
A BITE. 

Ye vengeful insects buzzing round, 
How my soul detests the sound — 
Gladly would I flee from you 
Gould I but escape your view ! 

When you are on mischief bent 
No one can elude your scent, 
'Gainst you my poor flesh recoils 
All my blood indignant boils. 

Thy pointed bill makes me dance 
As it enters like a lance, 
Drawing blood with hellish glee, _ 
Humming notes of victory. 

Hated insect, had I my will 
All your race I'd gladly kill, 
Your true place the catacomb 
'Mong the mummies of old Rome. 

Wishing you in such a place 
Preying on an extinct race, 
Does a want of love display ; 
So, mosquito, go thy way. 

ON THE DEATH OF AN INFIDEL. 

The season of grace is now o'er, 

Which God in his mercy had given, 

To prepare for that beautiful shore. 
The home of the blessed in heaven. 



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FIVE FOOLISH PvEASONS WHY 
MEN DKINK. 

Give me drink ! cries the man full of care. 
And from care I'll soon get away ; 

So he drinks but is not aware 

A serpent lies huddled up there, 

A serpent that, thousands, doth slay. 

Give me drink ! cries the man, unto whom 

Dame Fortune so fickle has been; 
So he drinks, tliough death's sable plume 
Like the ghosts that come from the tomb, 
Waving o'er his cups, may be seen. 

Give me drink ! cries the man, whose fireside 
Less cheerful each day has become, 

Through a false, though once faithful bride ; 

So he drinks from the firey tide 
Till ruin sweeps over his home. 

Give me drink ! cries the poor, loafing sot. 

Whose last cent is sunk in the bowl. 
He drinks, and his home is forgot, 
The image of God he doth blot 

Entirely off his poor soul. 

O give me drink ! the assassin cries, 
As he whets the murderous knife ; 

So he drinks and forward he hies, 

The fire of a fiend in his eyes, 
To rob his poor victim of life. 



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A BROKEN IDOL. 

The magnet, though toss'd on the face of the deep, 

Trembling, hut pole-ward, kee])s constantly 

turning ; [leap, 

80 my soul turns (o Tliee, tliongii wild breakers 
And disconsolate Thy absence keeps mourning. 

Ah ! why should it be tliat we cannot once more 
Like vine branches, to trellis work clinging, 

Oin- arms entwine as in the bright days of yore. 
When glad nature all around us was singing. 

Old nature is smiling as briglitly to-day 
As it smiled wlien together v:'e wandered 

Through the fields dotted o'er with newlv cut 
hay, 
Or by the creek that rejoicing meandered. 

Then why should we VA'i as the years move along, 
In love's fond embrace, keep moving togetlier, 

fie^uiling life's journey with a snatch of a song, 
<Jur nearts joined by love, and light as a feather. 

Ah ! no, we have changed, I v^-as going to say, 
But my sad heart cries," 'Tis not true in my case!" 

I still ciing as fondly to thee, as the day 

When first, I enraptur'd, belield thy sweet face ; 

'Twas down in ihy heart the sad change first began, 
The heart I once Jioped was entirely my own. 

Was maddened ])y drink, th<;n cursed by that man, 
Whose leprous' touch changed the flesh into 
stone. 



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Tlioiigli many long years have gone over my head 
Since this poor glittering idol Avas broken — 

Over thy fate many mournful tears I have shed, 
And pitying words, likewise I have spoken. 

O ! how foolish in me to mourn over one 
Who of all honor and beauty is riven. 

Than whom notliing more vile, God e'er looked 
upon, 
Out of his beautiful home up in Heaven. 

I cannot explain why I ever once think 

Of tlie iirst cause of my long years of sorrow ; 

Wiiich has driven me to despondency's brink, 
Without a wish, or a hope for to-morrow. 

O, memory ! Avhy art thou constantly winging 
Thy flight to those scenes that lie withered or 
dead, 
Whicli over my soul such dark clouds keep flinging, 
That the bright sunshine, cannot fiill on mv 
head ? 

Art thou designing, in this way t(j teach me? 

How vain, and how wortliless, are all earthly 
.joys, 
That those bright idols, which in raptures we see, 

Are frail, of less value, tlian a little child's toys? 

If this is the reason thou art reproducing 

The days and the scenes I would gladl y forget — 

No more, as a foe I'll view thee, conducing, 
In destroying my peace by making me fret. 



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THE HOME OF MY CHILDHOOD. 

Ohome of my childhood! I'm longing for thee, 
Thou beautiful isle in the midst of the sea — 
Thy mountains so grand where the heather bell 

grows, 
And each lovely vale where the sweet primrose 
blows. 

CHORUS : 
Thou land of green foliage ! and dotted all o'er, 
With the ash and the oak and the broad syca- 
more ; 
Wherever I wander, wherever I be, 
My own island home, I will still cherish thee. 

In my dreams I behold thee, smiling and fair, . 
As when like a child I was free from all care; 
But when I awake how the bright visions flee, 
Leaving rae still a poor wanderer from thee. 
Chorus : 

To my books I return, and try with my miglit 
In their company sweet to shut out of sight 
The mem'ries evoked by the dreams of the night, 
Which put for a time all my pleasures to flight. 
Chorus : 

For a time I succeed, as I wander along- 
Through the Island of Greece, the birth place of 

song ; 
Or pause tq reflect where the great Csesar dwelt, 
At whoge feet many heroes have reluctantly knelt. 
Chorus : 



Bint soon my mind turns from imperial Rome, 
And wanders again to my dear island home, 
Where in childhood I roam'd o'er mountain and lea, 
And nature was full of enchantment to me. 
Chorus : 

Those scenes in their beauty by night and by day, 
Are eyer recurring whereyer I stray; 
And where'er Dame Fortune compels me to roam, 
I'll still love and cherish mi/ Oivn ishuLd hi))ne. 
Cliorus : 

A STOEM AT SEA. 

The Hght'ning shoots athwart the sky, 
The tempest rages furiously, 

The ship's strong timbers groan ; 
The huge waves Hap their foamy wings, 
And loudly screech like unseen things, 

Unearthly in their moan. 

From stem to stern they madly fly 
And upAvard shooting to the sky 

In mighty yolumes rise; 
Round the hard-strained hull they fling 
Ke4entlessly each foamy wing. 

In vain the vessel tries 

To escape from such a power 
That rages madly to devour, 

All, all within its grasp ; 
The crew in consternation reel. 
The man is bound fast to the wheel, 

The weak each other clasj). 



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The canvas into slireds is torn, 

The masts and spars are broke and borne 

Like feathers through the air ; 
The sailors all with sore affright 
View the horror-inspiring night, 

Are seiz'd with dumb despair. 

In vain tliey cling to ropes and chains, 
Death and destruction round them reigns. 

With undisputed sway ; 
Their thoughts go back to home and friends, 
Humbly to God their prayer ascends, 

The tempest's wrath to stav. 

And He wlio reigns in earth and sky 
Who hears the trembling sinners cry, 

Folds up the tempest's wing; ' 
Quick tlie mad vraves crouch and cower, 
Own the majesty and power, 

Of nature's mighty King. 

Once more the shipmen's hearts are light, 
Once more they hail the glad'ning sight, 

Of calm approaching day ; 
They rig aloft the jury-mast, 
And spread their canvas to the blast,* 

And speed them on their way. 

A EETOET. 

Let braying asses point their ears, 
And brainless pupjjies laugh at me ; 

My soul is proof to all their sneers, 
Calm in her own integritv. 



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LOVELY MAEY. 

Lovely Marv, sweetest flower, 
Grov/ing in true woman's ])ower, 
Trntli and beauty, every grace, 
8its upon thy lovely face. 

All thy charms are like the rose. 
Which around its fragrance throws ; 
Wliere each little busy bee, 
8parkling nectars, daily see. 

Such, sweet Maiy, is the grace 
Eminating from thy face ; 
Thy rosy lip.-;, the chalice cup. 
From winch I would Icve's nectar sup. 

Thy noble form, the shady tree. 
Whose foliage would shelter me, 
From ev'ry storm that fiercely blows, 
Summer's sun and Winter's snows. 

When at last the storms of time 
W^ither all thy youthful prime ; 
Leaving thee both old and bare, 
Tliou'lt to me be young and fair. 

THE crui^:l rod. 

Every morning poor Mary wakes. 

She longs to see her lover ; 
But just as oft her father shakes 

The cruel rod above her. 



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PAY THE PPvEACllEE. 

.As the embassadors of Goi 
AVe bring to you His saving word, 
AS^hieh we give nnich thought and prayer ; 
The better for your souls to care. 
All earthly honors vre resign — 
In order that we may incline 
Your vrav'ring souls to turn from self, 
Nor longer trust in worldly pelf; 
All we ask in return from you 
Is, pay us what's our lawful due. 

Through v/ind and rain we're at our post ; 
Renounce those things you cherish most ; 
"When roads are bad, through frost and snow. 
All our ho ne comforts we forego ; 
Nor murmur when the churcli is cold, 
And find i ose absent who are old, 
*lf jut the young and strong are there, . 
Cheering us by their smiles and prayers ; 
And when the quarter we rev'ew, 
Y^ou pay us what's our lawful due. 

Much we're pained on quarter day. 

When ofnciaries stay away. 

Through carelessiiess, or idle sport, 

Neglect to send in their report ; 

»Such conduct in my Master's name, 

I must denounce and cry sliame ! shame ! 

On those whose duty 'tis to see 

From debt their preacher is kept free ; 

Y"et all we ask from any of you 

Is, pay us what's our lawful due. 



We know the liines are severely hard — 
And some of tlie (diarges badly starred, 
Despite this, wliich we grant as trne, 
Still mnch blame attaches to yon ; 
We donbt not ywur desire to pay 
Wliat's dne to us, on quarter day 
But cannot from our minds dismiss, 
In collecting, you are re-miss ; 
As a result you know 'tis true, 
Tlie preacher goes without his due. 

If you but felt tlie pain we feel. 

Your hearts would melt, if they were steel, 

As we move on and vainly strive, 

To stretch three dollai-s into fire ; 

And this, because you fail to do 

The work the church assigned to you ; 

Still you pray the heavenly pow'rs 

To send gi-ace, in richest showers. 

Which do not come, because that you 

Keep back the preacher's lawful due. 

Ri-ethren, to one and all, I say, 
To have success, your preaclier pay ; 
Free his inind from worldly care. 
Give him time for study and prayer ; 
The work of God will then succeed. 
Sinners will turn to him indeed ; 
Your souls be filled, with light and love, 
And lifted far this world above; 
Then you'll rejoice and with me say, 
To starve the preacher does not pay. 



lilE IIKTL'KN SALUTE. 

\hy\^ sweet when one lias been awav, 

To a lored one to return ; 
How the ghicl moments speed awav. 

How warns ly tlie affections burn; 
And the spirit feels at rest, 
Leaning on that loved one's breasts. 

Earth hath nut a greatvjr bliss, 

On its favoi-ites to bestow — 
Bob the world of joys like this^ 

And you fill it full of woe ; 
Life would then be all in vain, 
Stripped of pleasure, robed with paiiu 

Let me thus at evtni-tide, 

Diive the busy Avorld away ; 
Sit down by my loved one's side, 

Chant to Jicr n;y sweetest lay .; 
Then should kingdom-s, rise <»r fall. 
I'd still be happy 'midst it all. 

A DISAPPOINTED BUT AEDENT LOVEE. 
1 love you truly, yes I do ; 
Where'er I go my heart's witji you. 
No form like thine can till my heai't— 
How shall I from tlicc then depart? 

I wish you could become my bride, 
'* Remain forever by my side, 

Then life would glide in joy away 
-Is briirht and l)eautiful as Mav, 



Together we would trudge along 
And to each other sing this song — 
" We're one in hand, we're one in heart, 
And only death shall make us part." 

But cruel fate denies this boon. 

And I must leave thee very soon, 

And others come to drink tlie joys 

That from tliy heart flows through thine eyes. 

While I alone Avitliout tuee pine 
And feel thou never canst be mine, 
Yet will I cherish in my soul 
Thy form, until I reach the goal, 

Where eartJily sorrows are forgot, 
And disappointment haunts us not ; 
Hoping in Heav'n to have supplied 
What here on earth has been denied. 



TO ANNxi. 

Were I a sultan then I would 
Make tliee my own Sultanna. 
Had I a crown of purest gold, 
I'd crown the head of Anna. 

And when I stand close by Jier side, 
Just like the Hebrews' manna 
That fell in camp at eventide, 
Falls the sweet words of Anna. 



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AN ODE. 

Why despair boys, while you've get 

Health of body to e*idure 
All the hardness of your lot ? 

Better to be well 4ind poor, 
Than be rich and pine away, 
Fill'd witli pain by niglit and day. 

Better far to rise at morn' 

As the sky-lark mounts on high, 

And aurora's golden horn 

Pierces through the eastern sky.; 

Than on beds of down remain 

Suff'ring unremitting pain. 

Better, too, if il must be, 

Laboring hard, through A^ary hours. 
When night falls on land and sea, 

Shuts the eyetj of golden How'rs ; 
Than to hear tlie doctor say, 
" Indeed he is much worse to-daVv" 



TO MEMORY. 

O memory, thou subtle vital thing, 

Thou'st wondrous powers to please or pain ; 

How quickly moves tliy reproductive wing 
In retrospccting former things again-; 

Passing zephyrs toucliing Snmmer flowers 

Can Pjieed tiiy flight to childhood's happy hours. 



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The sweet perfume from virgin rose emitting 
O'er other scenes and lands can make thee roam; 

The wee bird on leafless branch that's sitting- 
Has power to call thee from thy wanderings 
home ; 

Thou writ'st the history of our bygone years 

On flowers all wilted, and with falling tears. 

The past and future by thy mighty pow'r 
Into my soul every day thou bringest ; 

Bright as sunshine, or dark as midnight hour 
Are the robes that round my heart thou flingest. 

Thou never weariest in rushing to and fro 

Though heavily laden with joy or woe. 

Had I power thy movements to control 

I would not chain thee to the present hour ; 

Or lock thee in the chambers of my soul, 
Or diminish thy most wondrous power; 

The custodian of my joy and grief thou art, 

We two are one and shall never, never part. 

ON PKOFESSOK G 'S BIRTH 

PLACE. 

How sweet it is at eventide 

From care-producing thoughts to glide, 

And former subjects scan, 
And Qu the wings of fancy steer 
To view the humble cottage, ''dear," 

Where my young life began. 



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No dearer spot does earth contain 
Through all her great and vast domain, 

Than where I first surveyed 
The light, that from aurora falls, 
The fire-fly dancing 'round the walls, 

A nd cattle in the glade ; 

The old pump stood before the door. 
With rope and windlass, to lower 

The bucket in the well ; 
I viewed it then with great surprise, 
It was a mystery in my eyes 

So great I could not tell. 

How pleasant were the hours to me 
I spent beneath the white oak tree, 

Protected from the sun ; 
Furnished with compasses and square, 
And marking with a master's care. 

Through Euclid I did run. 

The birds made music o'er my head. 
And beautious flowers around me shed 

A fragrance pure and sweet ; 
With nature, in those boyhood days, 
1 chanted my Creator's praiBe 

And worshiped at his feet. 

Since then has come a wealth of years, 
A load of care, a rush of tears, 

A fight for victory. 
Those years with all their joy and pain 
But help me to live o'er again. 

Those scenes in memory. 



The poet may desire renown— 
The monarch may adore his crownv 

And pomp, and pag entry ; 
But dearer to my soul by far 
Tiiat humble barn and cottage are. 

The x^ump and white oak tree. 

And now, my childhood's home, good-by. 
We both sluill soon in ruin lie — 

For such is the decree : 
But I shall come forth from the tomb 
And in new life and yigor bloom 

A lover still of thee. 

AN EPISTLE. 

To my dear friend, Mr. K Mife and child, residing 

en the bank of Manada Creek,c.lose by the Bliie mountains.. 

I do not sing of classic streams 

Meand'ring o'er their pebbly beds, 

O'er which aurora's golden beams 
Her rich ancf various beauty sheds. 

Nor would my muse describe the scenes 

In crowded cities I behold, 
"Where avarice his fortune gleans. 

Whose only God is shining gold.. 

To fairer scenes than these I turn 

Where noble worth and honor dwells. 

Where honesty, all scheming spurns, 
And black chicanery expels. 



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'Tis in a runil cnhn retreat 

Far from tlie noisy bustling throng, 

Where I hold fellowship most sweet 

With dearest friends who court my song. 

The winding stream glides murm'ring by, 
The birds indulge tlieir matin song, 

The mountains blue before my eye 
A[)pear liUe giants tall and strong. 

The little church stands on the hill 

Whose courts, with friends I often trod; 

'Tis there with heart and right good will, 
Together we have worshiped God. 

This hallow'd spot, these scenes so dear, 

I never, never shall forget ; 
Fond inem'ry still shall linger here 

Until life's sun in death is set. 

LINES 

Written wheu (iavibakli was struggling for I'reedora in Sicily 
Doctor Cahill, the Pox)e's viceroy, 
Tliinks himself a broth of a boy. 
As he tills his people's heart with joy 

By denouncing Garabaldi. 
But, Doctor Chahill, have a care, 
While striving hard for Peters' chair. 
Lest, when the old Pope lies in his last lair, 

You, like an alligator, 
May have to doff your sacred dress 
And instead of cursing, be forced to bless 

The Italian Liberator. 



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AN EPISTLE. 

To C P. Care, dry goods luerchunt and l(X;al preacher cf 
Linglestown. . 

Dear Brother Ca?e, for yon, my player 

Daily ascends to He-aven^ 
Tliat you may preach, and people teacli- 

Froni marning unto even. 

That, day by day, joxi may display 

The Master's mind and kSpirit ; 
In word and deed, thus show to mei? 

Your sar'd by Jesus^^ merit. 

And as yon rise up to the skies 

Where you a home inlierit; 
May you appear, as it you near, 

More purified in spirit. 

And when you come to change your lionie 

On earth for one in Heaven, 
May neither tear, nor torturing fear 

F'rom eye, or heart be riven. 

Once more I pray that long you may 

In health and happiness dwell, 
And every year some thousands clear 

On the goods that you nuiy sell. 

May young and old, in heat and cold. 

For garments to you repair ; 
For when they're dressed up in your best 

I'm sure thev will bless Olem (^are. 



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The ladies, tiiey will look so gay. 

All the beaux they'll captivate. 
And Riehinond, lie will called be 

To alter their single state. 

Then all around, through Linglestowii, 

Will tlie olive branches grow, 
Because that Care his goods sold there, 

Superior and so low. 

And now good by, till you and I 

See each othei-'s face again, 
And may your boys delight your e\Q^ 

By becoming Christian men. 

The "Bell" is well, and ringing still, 
Though sometimes nearly broken. 

And as he swings, and loudly rings. 
He has the S:\viour'«( token. 

TO A LADY. 

As the loving Hower that blooms so low and sweef, 

In the garden, meadow or the common wild, 
With beauteourJ blushes the nicru's apj)rouehe>4 
greet. 
Basking the liv«-long day in the sun's bright 
smile. 

Hattie, so mav each morning of thy futuie life 
Find thee possess'd of health, peace and sweet 
content, 

A stranger to turmoil, and exempt from all strife, 
Till the last hour of your mortal life is spent. 



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TO THE DWELLERS OF I IjGGLE- 

If you've a character to sell, 
Or bag of slander to give way, 

8iicli things you can dispose of well 
In Fuggletov/n on any day. 

There you can find a ready sale 

For all the vile tilings you may Ijring, 

No matter how corrupt or stale. 
If they but have true slander's ring. 

This moral ofiiil forms the food 
On which many minds are living, 

^^'hatever^s loity, pure and good 
They will not. have for the giving. 

Those noble things are driv'n away, 
While slander is a che'rtshed guest 

By some who in the church do pray, 
And *i,ometimes grunt with holy aest. 

They in their preacher's presence smile 
Like angels dropping from the skies : 

But their corrupted iicarts, the while, 
Are running o'er with foulest lies. 

They will nc>t speak a truthful word 
Unless they see it pays them well ; 
.And yet tliey'ire "walking with the Lord ' 
.}:■ While thev ai-e on tlie road to hell. . 



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The otfal \yliicli they feast upon 
Plas blunted tlieir moral feeling. 

Until the Holy Spirit's gone — 

Left theiii sick aiid without healing'. 

This is the miserable state 

In which these Hlander-mongers dwell. 
Whose sordid souls are iill'd with hate 

To tkose who' wish to Vape fropi hell. 

This is the' state of things 1 findy ' ' 
Fuggletov/n, Avithin thy ])orou^h ; 

It greatly pains my anxlcnis liiinu, 
And fills mie with intense sorrow. 

From this dark picture now I turn 
To gaze on one where purest light 

Of ChristiaD charactei- doth burn, 
Like brightest stars in darkest night.. 

If Sodom had a Lot within 

Its guilty and polluted sphei'e ; 

So there th-e those who eschew sin , 

Trying to serve their Master here. 

Like Lot, their righteous souls are vexed 
By tiiose, for whom to (lod they pray, 

Are oft cast down and sore perplexed 
While holding on their heavenly way. 

For such my prayers to Heaven 
I daily send that they may be 

Kept as a germ of righteous leav'n, 
( ) Fuggletown, to leaven thee. 



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WAITING. 
1 am weary of waiting and watching, 

I aru watching and waiting all day, 
O, wilt thon come to me, my darling, 

(), wilt thou come to me, 1 pray '! 

The shadows are falling all gently, 
The hirds to their nests iiy uwuy, 

And yet 1 am waiting foi- thee, whirling, 
(), wilt thou not come to me, jiray? 

Tlie devr is distilling upon me, 

I am wet with the light-falling spray, 

(), wilt thon not come to me, darling. 
And turn my dark night into day? 

THREE 8CENES. 

cot KTSHIP. 

They were sitting in the parlor 
And the lights were burning low^, 

Most loving were their glances 
And tlieir words did sweetly flow. 

CHORUS : 
But soon there was a movement 

I'll endeavor ro explain ; 
This fair one, all smiling, said, 

You must take it back again, 
Yes, take it back again, ^ 

And he was very glad indeed 
To take it back again. 



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MARRIAGE. ^ 

They were standing in the parlor 

All around was very still, 
Till they were reqnir'd to say 

Those l)inding words — " 1 will." 
Chorus : — 

PARENTAGE. 

They were sitting by tiie table, 
And in her cushioned eliair 

Hai baby Mary smiling, 

AVith her crown of golden hair. 

CHORUS : 
Again tliere Avas a movement 

Of which, I do declare, 
'Twas touching in its' beauty, 

'Twas baby Mary's prayer ; 
And their iiearts knew naugiit of pain 

As he kissed his early love, 
And she gave it back again ; 

Each was still right glad to give 
Love's token back again. 

DEFEND THE ABSENT. 
Defend the absentee 

Wiien'er he is berated, 
Yon are liuman as well as he, 

And may be castigated ; 
No ]nun will greatly err 

Who will defend his brother. 
So long as the^c woi-ds remain 

lie .sure vou love each other. 



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A FKAOMENT. 

O soul, soul, soul 

AVitli tempests tossed, 

By life's great trials crossed; 
Where canst thou find relief 
In all the abandonment of grief ? 

Is there no haven, 

No calm repose, 
Where thou canst shelter 

With thy load of woes, 
And rest in peace aAvhile ? 

Is tliei-e no power to calm 

The furious blast, 

To clear the sky o'erciist 

With darkening cloud ? 
Must it be always so, 
Must gales in fury blow, 

And never cease ? 



ON THE DEATH OF LITTLE MAKY 
W ATKINS. 

A band of shining angels 
To our house came One day, 

When our dear little Mary 
Was absorbed in her play. 

Brightly smiing, their white robes 
All around her they threw. 

And our dear little Mary 

From our presence they drew. 



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'TM us in vaiti tlirit we tried 
Our sweet darling to keep : 

The angels would not tarry, 
Having come forth to reap. 

It was our loving dfesTre - 
That our darling miglit be 

Permitted with the others 
Ovu' last moments to see. 

But the Lord saw 'twas better, 
Our dear lamb to bring home 

To tlie heavenly pastures, 
There forevei- to roam. 

Though our poor Hearts are breaking, 

And our eyes wet with tears, 
We rejoice that our darling, 
'- 'In Heaven now appears. 

For a short lime, our JNIary 
We would whisper, farewell ; 

Heaven now seems much nearer 
Since thou'st gone there to dwell. 

THE SYCOPHANT. 
AAvay with you, (Sycophant, 

Who can nothing good discover 
In those who are exposed to w:int, 

But who is an ardent lover 
Of all who are both ricJi and great, 
Howe'er corrupt tlieir moral state. 



THE LANGl'AGE OF TKl'E LvA'P:. 

The sun may shine with beauteous rav, 
And inake the earth both ghid and gay ; 
The little birds on leafy bowers, 
Make music for the passing hours ; 

The stream flow o'er its pebbly l)ed, 
And lovely flowers their fragrance shed; 
But what are all these things to me, 
If I am absent, love, from thee? 

The seasons as they come and go, 
Jjike ocean tides that ebb and How, 
May on theii- bosom bear to me 
The hidden wealth of land and wea ; 

The rapturous crowd my praises sing, 
And fame her homage to me bring ; 
Yet whut are all tiiese things to me, 
J f still I'm absent, love, from thee? 

The sun, he may refuse to shine, 
And all the [)owers of earth combine. 
To wreck my peace, destroy my pleasiue, 
And rob me of my choicest treasure; 

And ruin's plougJif^hare overthrow 
All else I hold most dear below, 
Freely with all I'd part to be 
J or ever near, my love, to tiice. 



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A SI CCEJ^^SFUL SUITOK. 

"When young love c:ime through the cottHge door, 

Sniilins: as loving, looking as fair 
As lilies along the jicbbly shore, 

Or roses tliat scent the summer aii-, 

Young Annie looked and gently sighed 
At the young man wiio stood betore her, 

AVords she spake which her looks belied. 
As she felt love's charm stealing o'er her. 

'* What is your errand, young man," she said, 
" Do you want my sister or brother?" 

Then turning away her queenly head, 

She whisper'd, "he will please my mother." 

The young man looked a little shy, 
He turned his wistfid gaze upon her, 

And saw in tiie twinkle of iier e^'e, 
That Annie was the soul of honor. 

He laid his liand on Jier form so fair, 

Sweet Annie gave a little start, 
Then gently he sat her on a chair, 

And sweetly jiressed Jier to his iieart. 

" My dearest Annie," he gently said, 

*' 1 came not for sister or brother, 
lUn hither my footsteps have been led 

To see yourself, and not anotiier. 



^'1 fsel my llfe*Avill be lone and drea/;. 

Unless you came and share it with me, 
With you, my leve, throug,h each coming jea 

I'll feel as merry as bu'd.or bee, 

"I'm waiting to have y©ur answer, dear^ 
O, Hend me rejoicing on mj ^yay, 

Quickly,, tell me, O.. clispeVhiy fetir^ 

Say thW I am, this ©i^iieswe®! we-rd say." 

I will Rot tell what yotiii^ Annie said^ 
But just softly wJmper in you? ear, 

Un his manly breast she laid her head, 

And, blushiBg, said, " I am thine, my dear, 

;.,i; XITTLE FAIJEIY BELL. 

Tlie Autumn leaves are falling, 

And the nights a.fe getting cold^. 
Far and near it does appear 

The year is growing ©Id ; 
But as I sit and listen 

To the organ's loudest s^well 
Trembling beneath the fingers 

Of little fairy Bell, 

... :■ CHORtJsr 
, i quite forget the changes, 

' That time's dial-plate doth tell- 

While list'ning to the organ 

And the voice of fairy Bell, 
Wliile list'ning to the organ 
And the voice of fairy BelL 



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he birds that sing, so sweetly 
In the merrv ihonth of May 



•' Have not the povv'r that she has 
' , To drive my care away ; 
When sitting at the organ, 

As she sings her sweetest Jay, 
I tliink 'tis angels coming 
,, To carry me away. 
Chorus : — I quite forget the changes, etc. 

. ;The hours glide so quick away, 
j ,f| -Of their flight I scarce can tell, 
'] /While list'ning to the singing 

Of little fairy Bell, '^ • — 

This one boon alone I cravej ',;, , ^r, 
., ,, 'Mid the changes time may fering 
, At the closmg hours of day. 
To hear this fairy sing. 
Chorus : — I quite forget the changes, etc. 

THE LAWYER'S LOST LOVE,.,/ jj.^i 

However loud and clear the organ's riotefe "irta'y' 

swell, 
Evoked by the magic touch of little Nell ; 
However clear and sweet those sounding, notes' 

may be, 
They cannot charm, because the player's dead to 

me. 
Dead, did I say? nay, but worse by far than this; 
She keeps her mouth for other lips than mine to 

kiss. 



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my sad memory, then cease, O, cease to dwell 
Upon the pleasant moments spent alone with Nell! 
And let those moments ever quite forgotten be, 
By calling np some other pleasant scenes to me. 
Forgotten, did I say ? this can never be, 

So long, O, mem'ry, as thou shalt stay with me. 

Henceforth I'll listen to the music as it floats. 
And catch the flowing echo of its changing notes, 
And as those changing notes shall grandly rise 

and swell, 
In mind I'll wander far away from little Nell ; 
Though it be among joys that long since are fled, 
Joys once so bright, but now all seared and dead. 

But why should I so very sentimental be. 

As if Nell, the player, had been attached to me ? 

1 once thought she lov'd me, but was much mis- 

taken ; 
Henceforth my confidence in womankind is 

shaken. 
But Nell I'll not forget through the coming years, 
Though her loss will cause me many, many tears. 

A long farewell I'll bid to all the dazzling train 
Of silly girls and women, they but turn one's 

brain, 
And with my clients I will my great wrongs for- 

And rise in strength above my disappointments yet. 
Hoping as the changing seasons, roll around, 
If not liappier, 1 shall be much wiser found. 



THE HUSBAND TO HIS DEAD WIFE. 

SJie is resting, sweetly resting, 
in her grave beneath the pines; 

O'er her mound the birds are singing, 
And the sun in beauty shines. 

While in sadness here I wander, 
Like a dove without its mate, 

Lijnely where the streams meander 
Or beside the garden gate. 

Still of her I'm fondly thinking, 

Oft I feel her presence nigh. 
As I muse when stars are blinking. 

In their homes up in the sky. 

O, my fond love, gently sleeping 
In thy grave beneath the pines, 

Do'st thou see thy luisband weeping. 
As he muses o'er the line« 

We so often sang together, 

When our daily tasks were done. 

Through the cold and murky weather 
And the cheerful Summer's sun ? 

Soon, my fond love, I will follow 
To the place where thou hast gone, 

And our souls be reunited. 

Which on earth so long were one. 



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, MY BOOK. 

And now my little book 

To the public I give, 
Its contents I am sure 

With my true friends shall live 
And if I have any foes 

They must lenient be, 
And all errors put down 

To the score of poor me. 



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few mistakes made in orthography, punctuation, 
etc., which, in the ha>sty perusal of the proof 
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!?REFACE. 



INDEX. 

PART I— RELIGIOUS. 



PAtfK. 

I'alviiry ......,..v.. ,.,-.;.. 7 

A Fragment, 7 

The l)i>eai-y Desert ,.., 8 

-Jesus is my Crucitied....,, 9 

An Allegory, ,«. v,. 10 

11 

.-.. ;....s 12 

•Heavenly Prospect*. >. 12 

' 13 

A Fragment.v...., 13 

^Solicitude for Souls,., 14 

Jesus the Way 14 

Redeem the Time,,, ,„ 15 

The Bible, ,. v 16 

A Hymn 17 

Monuments. ,,,..., 18 

On mv Conversion,...,,... 18 

, 19 

Tu Rev. C. C\ McLean. ..„ 20 

Remedy for Sorrow 20 

Couiidence in Christ,.,.., 21 

bleeding Lamb 21 

" 22 

A Hymn 22 

To Rev. Jos. Edwards,.... 23 

What is Life: 24 

The Sinner's Refuge. 25 

liines Written in a Young 
Ladv's Autograph Al- 
bum' 26 

After a Thunder Storm.. 27 
AVe Shall Meet Bv and 

By '. 28 

On Visiting a Man Who 
was Dying of Consump- 
tion 29 



PAGU. 

A Rymns ., 36 

Upward,... .„ 34 

Invitation,... , 32 

The Storms, of Life SH 

Acrosticv.....^,... , 83 

What is a Preacher 34 

New Year's Eve,., 3S 

Acrostic.,.,, ,...„ 36 

•' The Language of a Peni- 
tent Heart,.....,., .,. 36 

The ChrLstian's Prayer 

and Hope.,..,, ,.,. 37 

Foolish Brooding O'er the 

Past.....;.,. ., 38 

A Little Child's Birth- 
day, 38 

Acrostic.^ 39 

On the Eve of the New 

Year,.. 3g 

Praver 40 

The Bible,.., 40 

The Christian's Ensign... 41 
Invitation...................... 42 

Solicitude, „... 42 

Acrostic. .;... 43 

j " 43 

I The Sinner's Hope.^ 44 

[ Departed Joys.v, 44 

; Aci-o-stic. '.„ 45 

I Grace Before a Meal 45 

, Night 46 

' On Hearing the Church 

Bell 46 

, Acrostic 47 

The Language of a Bro- 
i ken Heart 47 



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PAOE. 

Acrostic oil a Doctor 49 

The Story 49 

A Hviiin. oO 



Vw.V.. 

A Hvniii 51 

Linens r.l 

A Hymn' .rJ 



PART II 

ralliiijf Snow 

What is Love 

A Child's Inquiry 

Tlie Young Lovur on the 
I']ve of Ilis Departure, 
lor the War 

To the Past 

The Tramp's Soliloquy... 

Alcohol a Monster 

An Kjjitaph 

On a Mosquito 

On the Death of an In- 
tidel 

Five IooUhIi reasons wliy 
men drink 

A liroken Idol 

The Home of My Child- 
luxtd 

A Storm at Sea 

A Retort 

Lovely ilary 

The Cruel Rod 

Pay the Preacher 

Tli'e Return Salute 

A Disappointed But Ar- 
dent Lover 

To Anna 

An Ode 

To Memorv 



MISCELLANEOUS. 
55 On Pi-ofes.sor (i 
Sr. Birth |)lace.... 

57 An Epi.stle 

Lines 

An Epistle 

58 " " 

t)0 To a Lady 

01 Fuggletown 

(51 

iVl Waiting 

m Three Scenes... 



i'}H Defend the Absent 

A Fragment 

64 On the Death of Little 

65 ; Marv Watkins 



67 The Scypliophant 

(W The Language of true 

69 Love 

70 A Successful Suitor 

70 " " 

71 Little Fairy Bell 



The Lawyers lost love. 



73 i 

74 ; Husband to his dead wife 

75 Mv Book 



